BIGFOOT For the Soul

It’s that time of year again. The holidays approach. Snow is coming. It’s the time of year in which we forgive all ruglizards for their ruglizardry. BIGFOOT season is now over. Always at its height in October, the season is marked by Bigfooters going out to partake of the woods or, more likely, to contemplate the days when this was done. Sadly, it has become a time to contemplate the past, but not to advance into a believable future.

BIGFOOT is the hairy nebulous chimera of the Pacific Northwest of Canada and the United States. But because 150 years ago some old frontier reports declared some vision of a hairy manlike creature in Arkansas, New Jersey, or wherever, the pursuit has become one over the whole continent and not in the PNW. There are those who still seek “BIGFOOT” everywhere, including under their grandmother’s sofa in Pittsburgh.

Is this the result of credible analysis?

I have been declared the Father of the New Bigfootery and, as one friend recently told me, I am the “Prince of Apostates.”

The pot of controversy has never boiled over. It has not for a very good reason. No one wants to turn the heat up. You know why? There is only one way to do it: major expeditions converging and rivaling for turf. This is not Bigfootery, but it will be the New Bigfootery. Why? Because New Bigfootery has a believable goal. In substance, Bigfootery doesn’t even really exist. It is an audience still applauding an old performance. It is something to do until the aisles clear.

It began in the deep woods of the PNW. Hoaxes dovetailed on old stories of the “Kangaroo Man.” Old journals repeatedly spoke of a hairy “animal human” or giant (7 foot tall) manlike animal. People went in search for the truth, but never excised the hoaxed elements from the developing montage.

Today, Bigfootery is an armchair pursuit regurgitating past narratives, obsolete and without foundation. It has become holiday searches into boondocks that aren’t within asteroid strike of the right locations (Pacific Northwest). Theories are hobbled without any analysis to contradictory evidence. It is a pursuit purely of those who fell in love with a narrative set in stone in the 1970s. One can add to the narrative. One cannot erase any part of it.

I started erasing. I chipped away and started chiseling a new narrative. To the old this was an abomination. However, it restarted interest in thousands of others. I gave a believable form to the quest. The reason why Recasting Bigfoot and me became such a pariah is that my thesis required the substance of the glory days to return. It gave us a real goal. This requires dangerous expeditions into the heart of the PNW. It requires accepting more than one thing is involved, including humans. Most distasteful of all, it required archiving the last 35 years of comic book fascination.

Hundreds were inspired by my book Recasting Bigfoot to take the subject seriously again, with a number of these ready to put it into practice both in group outings and for those in the PNW on their own mini expeditions.

An old view of Mount St. Helens, home of the Skoocoom. The Pacific Northwest is still a vast, unconquered place.

In terms of public knowledge PNE&S is latent, but in terms of actions it is nearing the point of taking the field openly. This means media. This means a high profile and a new profile to an old search.

Now in November it is time to contemplate the goals of PNE&S and the data gathered during another season. It is the time of year for BIGFOOT for the Soul– a time to contemplate the substance and the image needed to bring about the goal.

The image is a terrible one today. It is one of fanboys looking for a preposterous 9 foot tall walking gorilla in Illinois. Facebook memes show a man in a Halloween suit and the caption reads the “World’s reigning hide and seek champion.” The problem is no one has searched for the real thing in decades. The reality is BIGFOOT doesn’t need to hide and he doesn’t just gallivant across our highways.

Bigfootery deserves the false impressions and cynicism of the mainstream. It has done nothing but foster it with its own false impressions of BIGFOOT.

But if we bring the image of the hunt back to the original– the Rice-Burroughs novelette world of seeking the land that time forgot, it becomes an exciting, adventurous, and even at times an erudite pursuit.

As this chilly November progresses, I will post some of the evidence for the truth behind the real BIGFOOT, not the garish object of some monster quest. You can also get Recasting Bigfoot at your local booksellers or online. It resets the foundation. It makes it all easier to communicate the rest of the information.

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Since 1990 Gian J. Quasar has investigated a broad range of mysterious subjects, from strange disappearances to serial murders, earning in that time the unique distinction of being likened to “the real life Kolchak.” However, he is much more at home with being called The Quester. “He’s bloody eccentric, an historian with no qualifications who sticks his nose into affairs and gets results.” He is the author of several books, one of which inspired a Resolution in Congress.